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Devi watches the executions with curious eyes. The emotional storm of the raging mob is clearly frightening her, but she is fascinated nonetheless. She opens her mouth to say as much, but closes it again when the others demonstrate their disgust. It seems I am still the odd one. No need to show them yet. It is nice to have friends. Try not to ruin it Devi...
"Very good...unless the Barrister is involved..." Devi looks up, her eyes bright once again. "It is all very exciting isn't it?"
"If this group is as elusive as their name suggests, then parading this suits around will send them into the woodwork. To bring them out, should we not make them think they are winning? A few may suffer, but it would be for the good of all."
Devi's face falls along with her heart to learn that the professor is dead. He showed me my value. He taught me that it was ok to be myself. Lady of Graves! He even introduced me to the temple and accompanied me on my first barrow delve. How can he be gone? Her spirit dripping wet, Devi maintains a sullen silence as she equips her armor and gear. She then retires to the deepest shadow in the room, Consecrates the ground, and kneels. She begins to pray. "Pharasma, Lady in Grey, you come to judge us all in our turn. I humbly ask your good will on the good Professor. You know I would not be here to pray to you were it not for him. give him good greetings from me, and send him to his earned rest." Devi's eyes open: a mask of flint and iron playing there. "Lady of Graves, you abhor the living dead. Such abominations and their advocates, The Whispering Way, have some hand in this. I require that you raise my new friends and me in your palid, right hand, and use us as your shadowy dagger, that we might end this taint of unlife in Ustalav, and complete your dominion over death in this realm." Devi shuts her eyes again, and begins to softly weep for the good Professor.
"And tell us where our things are being kept."
At the mention of the professor, Devi strides quickly to the little, grey man and shakes him by the shoulder. "Lorrimor? Professor Lorrimor!?" What's he to do with this!? Answer me!"
Devi shivers at the horror...
"I am Devi, and Morbury isn't a 'dark fellah'. He's a Dhampir! His ancestors were vampires!" Devi's eyes fair gleam with excitement, her pixie cut hair flailing as she looks to each person in turn, hoping for someone's excitement to match her own, until Karl admits that this was no a rescue. "You didn't know to come for us? Then, why were we here? Why would someone hurt us for no reason?"
"I'll see if I can help you Morbury." Devi crosses to the skinless man's body and looks at it carefully for a moment.
What caused this strange condition? A man skinned so, should bleed out and die shortly, and movement of any kind would be so excruciating as to induce unconsciousnes...
Once through with her examinations, Devi, hands sticky with gore now, offers a handshake and a bright smile to Karl. Apparently she does not notice the sticky filth on her hands... "Hi Karl! I'm happy to meet you and your friends."
Devi stretches out her hand, palm outward toward the skinless horror. A low hum fills the room as heat and light gather before her hand. A second later, a beam of Searing Light streaks toward the skinless man.
"Wow! This is fantastic!" Devi wracks her brain to see what she knows of these skinless abominations.
"Or we could throw caution to the wolves..." Devi says as Bertholdt flings the door wide. She tightens her grip on her candelabra and readies herself.
Devi straps a handful of sharpened implements to her person and picks up an old, studded candelabra.
She then moves to the door and listens, trying to determine what's going on on the other side.
"Devi is just fine. All my friends call me so. Or, they would if I had any." She gives a practiced smile of apathy, but a canny observer might spy a wistful hope lurking behind it.
Devi sees the gesture, "I hope you're gawking at my necklace and not my chest. Gods know there's precious little to look at to begin with..."
Trip and grab is great for crowd control, especially against casters. The downside is that if you grapple undead, you could eat a lot of negative levels and/or ability damage... Girl vs. Boy doesn't really matter. Snake Style is rad IMO No opinion on the Inquisition.
"A Dhampir is a living creature but is affected by divine energies as though an undead creature. Isn't that fascinating!?" Devi flexes again, attempting to break free.
This time her bonds break and she immediately moves to Morbury and examines his restraints. "I'll have you out in no time friend."
"I am please to meet you Morbury. I am Devi. 'Madam' is term for stuffy old woman who eat cake a gossip too much." She smiles at his chivalry. "Let's just see who breaks out first, then they can help the other, no?"
"What's your name friend? As to your questions, I'm not sure, and I don't know!" She chuckles, pleased with what she deems to be witty answers.
Devi strains again, her muscles quivering with the effort. "I think I can do it, just need another go at it. Wait? Did you just call me madam?" Devi let's out a gale of unladylike laughter. The guffaw is loud, long, and decidedly undignified. "Madam...*whew*...too funny." Devi turns to look at her jester and gasps in shock and delight, her eyes suddenly childlike and full of wonder.
"You're a dhampir! Descendants of vampires, they can see in the dark, but are harmed by holy magics while made hale by dark energies: a veritable living undead! How extraordinary! What is it like?"
Devi flexes her thin, wiry form attempting to break the bonds that hold her fast.
Also, which book of 6 are we in? 2? DM - When/how should the noobies enter the story?
Now that I have some time, I would like to say: First, thanks to DM Haldhin for giving me this opportunity. Secondly, this is Devi! She is a channel and caster cleric. She is very curious in a cautious kind of way. She loves to talk to people, but may not be the best choice for party face. She is fascinated by the wierd and grotesque, but she heeds Pharasma's wishes and seeks to destroy undead whenever possible so that they may face the judgment of the Lady of Graves. She will focus on buffing and direct damage spells. (Input on spells and feats always welcome!) That said, I am excited to join this game. May I ask a favor? Can you all give me a quick run down of who your characer is and what role/s they play in the party?
Greetings all! Just checking in real quick here. I will post more later!
This is Darksmokepuncher and I present Devi, a Cleric of Pharasma. Devi is best known for her curious, yet cautious attitude toward life and anything unnatural. She specializes in defeating the Undead which she holds be the most profane sort of abomination. Please let me know what you think. If accepted, I will flush out her background fully. :) |